#is this show ever gonna stop making me cry

[erwinsvow]

imagine if rafe and pogue reader’s relationship was just a bet between him and his kook friends, to see if he could ACTUALLY get her to fall in love with him, like to get her to be all over him and how long that would last, and the reader finds out omgggg. And they break up lol

you think the ending bits of the conversation between your boyfriend and his friends hurts more than everything you just overheard.

"you really think i'd settle for some fuckin' pogue pussy? nah man, top owes me fifty bucks now."

you hadn't heard the entire exchange, just from the part where you heard your name. stupidly, like a naive girl in love with the type of boy she'd only ever dreamt about, you tuned in, thinking rafe was telling his friends something you'd want to hear.

hiding—as embarassing as it is—behind the wall, holding back tears though they don't care enough to stay held back, they pour down your cheeks as the hits keep coming. the boys laugh, but the ringing in your ears had been so loud you hadn't heard the rest of the joke, didn't understand what was so funny.

the first thought in your mind is that you can't believe how stupid you were. the second is that pope and jj and john b had all been right, that it was too good to be true, that he was playing you somehow, that he was a liar and scumbag. you had ignored what your best friends had been telling you, trying so hard to believe that they were wrong, that they didn't know rafe, or at least your rafe, the one who was sweet and funny and never let you drive anywhere or pay for a thing, the one who paraded you around town like you were something who deserved to be showed off, the one who you took back to your tiny house and introduced to your hard-working parents.

you resist the urge to slide down the wall you're leaning against, though every muscle in your body wants to keel over and cry until you can't cry anymore.

you'd been embarassed enough—they didn't need to see you like this too. wiping away tears with the back of your hand, sniffling but trying to stay quiet, you wait for the boys to walk away so you could sneak out of here and pretend that you'd never even come—though you'd only come because rafe said he was having friends over and you'd baked them some snacks for their game, thought you were being a good girlfriend and doing the things a good girlfriend does.

footsteps and laughter echo in the other room—they're gone. the second it's silent, a sob wrangles itself out, eyes getting blurry again. you don't know how you're gonna bike home if you can't stop crying. your fingers fly across your screen, dialing jj's number. you'd been upset at the blond because he seemed to be the most against you and rafe dating, had the meanest things to say and was the first to insinuate there was something wrong if rafe wanted to date you.

you'd been so insulted, so hurt by his words that the two of you had gone from talking every single day to maybe once a week. you hope he doesn't hold it against you now, but a part of you knows jj never would—that's just the kind of guy he is. he answers by the second ring, and you try to stay quiet, just incase they hear you.

"j? can you come get me? i-um, i'm at tannyhill-" the last part is said with another sob, breaking into a fit of tears again. he says he's with pope and that he's coming, and you hate that they heard you cry, because knowing the two of them they'll go thirty over if they think you're upset. you wanna get out of here, but you don't want them to die.

heart thudding, eyes watery, limbs weak, you stay against that wall for a moment. before you can make your way to the door, rafe's figure steps in to where you are. he sees you before you see him—shoulders shaking, hands wiping away tears.

when you turn to look at him, it doesn't take more a second to know you heard something you shouldn't have.

"hey, listen to me-" he gets closer, and you flinch, backing away. you want to say something mean, something snarky, something that'll hurt him as much as he's hurt you. nothing comes out, and you stare back at him, and you hope he remembers how hard he's made you cry, because you've decided it then and there—you're never seeing rafe cameron ever again.

you dart past him to the door. he follows, reaching out to grab you, but you take off, running down his driveway and into the truck he recognizes as heyward's. you get in, in between pope and jj. the last thing he sees is you crying into maybank's chest while they drive you away, and the last thing he thinks is wondering what the hell he had just done.

#i actually dont like writing much angst so sorry if this sucks #this ask has been here for so long and i knew i could do something with it i just couldnt place it yet #<3 i love u jj #rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader

[gotasenseivebeenbetrayed]

loml

"Still alive, killing time at the cemetery Never quite buried"

"Who's gonna stop us from waltzing Back into rekindled flames? If we know the steps anyway"

This is giving heavy "Style" vibes specifically if the "never quite buried" because they come back every time.

Two Ghosts Vibes:

"Holy Ghost, you told me I'm The love of your life"

"Stitching, "We were just kids, babe"

"Dancing phantoms on the terrace"

"We're not who we used to be"

"We're just two ghosts standing in the place of you and me Trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat"

"Stitching, "We were just kids, babe"

The fact she uses stitching seem honestly random to the point I feel like she definitely added it to indicate his stiches/aka "Out Of The Woods".

Obvious, "love of my life" reference:

"Baby, you were the love of my life"

"You said I'm the love of your life"

"Who's gonna tell me the truth When you blew in with the winds of fate? And told me I reformed you When your impressionist paintings of Heaven Turned out to be fakes Well, you took me to hell, too And all at once, the ink bleeds A con man sells a fool a get-love-quick scheme But I felt a hole like this Never before, and ever since"

"You cinephile in black and white"

This whole thing feels like more of a jab at young Harry, he was known as a playboy and he kept playing with her heart. At some point he told her she'd "changed him" because he just wanted her. The talks of paintings, ink bleeding and the "never before, and ever since" all screams at me a mixture of "the rest of the World was black and white but we were in screaming color" and then "Did I paint your bluest skies the darkest gray?" from the male's POV in Coney Island as well as "you've taught me a secret language and you showed me colors you know I can't see with anyone else". Also how Harry's entire feed was B&W for a long time on Instagram before 1989 release.

"Mr. Steal Your Girl, then make her cry"

I mean 1D has a song called "Steal My Girl" as well as the fact I do believe he "stole" her from Calvin and probably Joe at some points.

"'Cause something counterfeit's dead"

"Should've let it stay buried"

"A con man sells a fool a get-love-quick scheme"

Both of these give Cowboy Like Me Vibes

#haylor

[jflemings]

— let the light in

pairing: jessie fleming x reader

synopsis: for jessie’s benefit, you end your relationship

warnings: depression, bed rotting, suicidal ideation, self depreciation, isolation, toxic!reader if you squint

a/n: take the warnings seriously and look after yourselves pls <3

as much as you knew you needed jessie, there was no way you were going to allow yourself to hold onto her so tightly. it was a repeated and ongoing cycle that you had been trapped in for years now and it seemed to only be getting worse.

“we can’t be together anymore” you murmur into your half empty cup “i can’t do it”

jessie sits across from you with her mouth agape. “if i’ve done something wrong i can fix it” she says, her voice cracking slightly as she pleads “this can be fixed, let. me. fix. it.”

a heaviness settles behind your eyes as you shake your head “there’s nothing to fix. i’m sorry”

it was as easy as walking out the door and leaving her sitting in her kitchen alone. the bag of your things had weighed your shoulder down as you dragged your feet all the way to your car, not once ever looking back in fear of turning around.

it left you here, laying in bed with the curtains drawn and your phone on do not disturb as you stare blankly at the wall. you had become a shell of the person you think you once were, someone who had hobbies and dreams, someone who wanted to build a life worth living. instead you take sick leave so that you don’t have to get out of bed, you let the dishes pile up in the sink when you do decide to eat and you clear a pathway out of your shit on the floor so you can get to your ensuite bathroom.

the numbness that had overtaken you didn’t allow you to cry, no matter how much you think you wanted too. you were drained. there was nothing left for you to give yourself. it was sick, really, the way your brain could play tricks on you and make you believe you weren’t deserving of the life that you have been given. why would you be? there was absolutely nothing to show for it. all you had was a bed with dirty sheets and a brain that told you death was better than anything else you have ever experienced.

your therapist had told you once that because you hadn’t acted on it, it was merely a way for you to cope without committing. a way to wallow, to escape, from a life that you weren’t ever sure you wanted in the first place. she said that people who have depression but don’t kill themselves will fantasise about it but not pick a date or a means to an end.

only, at one point, you had picked a date. you had closed your eyes and twirled your finger in the air before landing on a wednesday two weeks away. you’d marked it with a red dot and then began clearing out things you didn’t want, giving your belongings to charity or throwing them away before neatly organising what you had left. you thought that your family could decide what to do with them. you didn’t care, you were gonna be dead after all.

it was when your coffee machine had finally broken on you that morning did jessie come swinging into your life. you decided to go to a local coffee shop you liked when she pushed the door open too hard and smacked you square in the face. she had gone bright red and apologised profusely, telling you that the door had slipped out of her grip and that she didn’t even see you. you, with a hand pressed firmly to your forehead, had told her that it was okay, that it was just an accident.

maybe it was her smile, or the way her eyes looked when you actually made eye contact, but something about the canadian had stopped you dead in your tracks. she asked if you wanted to sit with her with the promise of not hitting you in the face again, to which you agreed with a laugh. you began telling eachother about yourselves, from where and how you grew up to hobbies and small quirks you had. when the topic of careers had come around you sheepishly told her that you didn’t watch football beyond the odd match when it was already on tv, and she had beamed at you and cheekily said that she’ll make a blue out of you in no time.

you didn’t go through with it, obviously, and jessie still doesn’t know that she quite literally saved your life that day. your relationship with jessie quickly blossomed and bloomed, soon becoming the most grounding thing in your life. jessie showed you that she loved you long before she told you and never once did she make you feel like you weren’t loved, there were just times where you knew you were hard to love.

like in the beginning when you’d practically ghosted her for three days and then came back with a half assed explanation and a bouquet of flowers; or when you’d completely shut her out and pretend like nothing was wrong when she could see the bags under your eyes and the mess around your apartment. you knew that her friends had told her that it wasn’t a good relationship to be in, that maybe you weren’t who she thought you were. she had brushed them off and ran back to you time and time again.

looking back on it you think that maybe it’s because she knew how bad it was getting, like she caught onto your badly kept secret before you even knew you really had one. when you had initially told her about your depression you insisted that you were doing a lot better and that even though you would have times of relapse, it was nothing compared to how it had been in the past.

the lie had kept up until there were things you were too ashamed to explain to her. like why she couldn’t come over or why you looked like you hadn’t had a good night’s sleep in a few weeks. you didn’t know how to tell the footballer that your mental health had sipped out of your control, that you needed help and didn’t know how to ask for it. you didn’t know how to look your own girlfriend in the eye and tell her that you needed her.

that was when you knew it had to end.

when jessie came around to collect her things you just left them in a box outside your front door. you heard her knock but didn’t move from your position as she left with the last pieces of her you had.

she wasn’t stupid, despite the fact that for most of your relationship you clearly thought she was. she noticed the change in your behaviour and how you didn’t go out with friends as much or eat enough. she noticed the late night and even later mornings, the pile of dirty laundry you’d been putting off and the pills you tried to hide.

jessie wasn’t stupid.

when she pleaded to you to fix it, she meant fix you. she wanted you to take the weight off your shoulders and put it on hers because hers are stronger than yours anyway, they can hold more. she wanted you to let her help with the laundry, and to help clean your place. she wanted you to let her wash your hair and make you a good home cooked meal. jessie wanted nothing more than for you to be vulnerable with her, to admit that you needed her just this once.

as much as you adored her, absolutely worshiped the ground she walked on, you weren’t going to do that for her. jessie has a decorated career, one to be proud of, and the last thing she needed was to worry about whether or not you were going to get out of bed in the morning. she didn’t need the extra weight from your baggage dragging her down.

she deserved better, someone who could get up early enough to go for coffee after her morning run, someone who could actually make dinner with her and eat it, someone who didn’t have to create a fucking pathway from their bed to their bathroom because they haven’t cleaned their room in god knows how long. jessie deserved someone worth loving and in your mind, that someone just wasn’t you.

#pegs writes #pegs woso #jessie fleming #jessie fleming x reader #jflem #jessie fleming imagine #jessie fleming fic #jessie fleming angst #jessie fleming blurb #woso #woso x reader #woso imagine #woso angst #woso blurb

[keirawantstocry]

Would a prompt for Tubbo to show up at Fit an Pac's doorstep absolutely fuming work? Like maybe it isn't Tubbo in control it's Tommy here to give the 2 an ear full because Tubbo has been a mess, months of miscommunication building to thinking they have been left behind, months of Tommy hoping he was right not to jump in cause it meant his husband paid attention to him. But Tubbo's a wreck heartbroken it can't be ignored anymore, how could they just drop him like that weren't they steps away from all 3 of them dating? Was that not worth fighting for?

Sorry if it's too detailed prompts are not my specialty it seems 9 w 9;;

I thought maybe a prompt of how left out Tubbo felt would be nice something that gave Fit and Pac pause to see that the hostility Tubbo shows at times to their relationship was because of that but also thought Tubbo would never say it or open up to anyone but I know you also subscribe to Tommy possessing his husband sometimes... I'm going to flee now I'm rambling too much ...

Have a lovely day!

it's been a while but you have a lovely day!

Tommy was mad. Tommy was furious. 

Tubbo was in the back of the mind they were currently sharing, sulking. He was so upset and it made Tommy furious. So he took over. Grabbed the reins of Tubbo's body and took control. 

Tommy stomped their body right over to Pac and Fit's house while Tubbo was too busy keeping his tears at bay to protest. 

“Hey!” 

Pac looked confused when he opened the door. “Ola?” 

Tommy huffed, crossing his arms firmly. “Listen to me, man.” 

Fit appeared behind him with a cautious look. “Hey, Tubbo. What's up?” 

“Listen to me!” Tommy repeated. “You guys are assholes. He's not perfect, okay? He pulls away from affection and he's a little bitch half the time. But he's my best friend. He's an amazing person and he would rather choke than say it but he fucking loves you two. He's been moping in our fucking mind for ages. He won't stop crying and as soon as he figures out I'm saying this he's gonna take over this vessel and I won't be able to tell you. So fucking listen.” 

They both stared at him with wide eyes as he drove his finger forward to drive them further back into their own house. 

“He loves you both. Not the deep platonic bond he has with me. Because trust me,” Tommy scoffed. “What I have with him will last beyond your lifetimes. Completely and utterly. But he fucking loves you guys. I mean the way he talks about you two. The way he thinks about you two. God. It's so fucking annoying. He's mentally collapsing over how attractive he thinks you two are. It's so ridiculous.” 

Tommy took a deep breath. Pac tried to cut in but he made sure he couldn't. 

“No. Let me finish. Right now he's starting to stir in our consciousness. When he takes over I need you to kiss him and make up. Fuck, it's gonna be disgusting and I'm going to hate it but its better then having to see… the most important fucking person in my fucking life… having to be hurt over and over again by people he loves. So do your cringe ass lovey dovey shit and make sure he feels loved. For the love of-” 

He was cut off. Snapped back into the back of Tubbo's mind. Fuck, he swore to himself. Please let those idiots understand me.

Through Tubbo's eyes he watched. Watched as Pac took Tubbo's face as soon as his own words slipped out of his lips and kissed him. Murmured the sappiest shit he had ever heard in his ears while Fit hesitantly took him by the hand.

And Tommy was right. It was gross and he hated it. But the joy that flooded through Tubbo's body was undeniable and calmed his spirit. He could finally rest. 

#my writing #fanfiction #q!tommy #q!tubbo #q!pac #q!fit #poly morning crew #fitpacbo #eeee lets go!!!! #fic requests

[rosenallies]

‘is someone sleepy’ with planymphia 🥹

“I have absolutely no idea why you agreed to this,” Jane said under her breath as she shut the front door, leaving her and Nymphia alone with their coworker’s toddler, the little boy babbling and poking Nymphia’s cheek as she held him.

“Oh, stop it, Janey, it’ll be fine! Look, he’s so cute!” Nymphia said happily, holding him out for Jane to see.

Jane looked at the child, his chubby cheeks and wild curls were quite cute but as soon as she reached out to take him from Nymphia, she retracted her hands, imagining that she’d drop him on his head. “He’s cute, but children and I do not mix well.”

Nymphia rolled her eyes. “It’s only a couple hours, we’ll be fine. Here,” she said, handing him off to Jane, who took him awkwardly, holding him away from her body, “take him into the living room and find something for him to watch while I go make us lunch.”

The baby looked at Jane and she looked at him, almost immediately he burst into tears, forcing Jane to pull him closer to her, bouncing him on her hip like she’d seen Nymphia do. “Nymphia! He’s crying!”

“Put on that kid’s show with the dog, Bluey or something!”

Jane huffed, carrying the crying child to the couch and setting him down while he still sobbed. “Okay, okay, don’t cry, it’s gonna be fine,” she promised, assuring herself more than the kid.

She searched through Disney plus until she found the show Nymphia told her about and put it on, sighing when relief when the kid stopped crying and clapped his hands. Flopping back down on the couch, she sighed, though he’d only cried for a minute or two, she was glad it was over. Though, the feeling of anxiety returned when the kid climbed in her lap, Jane freezing.

“Oh look how cute!” Nymphia cooed when she entered the living room with a bowl of microwave Mac and cheese.

“Haha, yeah, so cute. Can you take him now?”

“Be nice,” Nymphia warned, though she had a smile on her face, “here, buddy, let’s sit and eat.”

The toddler whined, clinging onto Jane.

“He likes you.”

Jane sighed, swallowing her discomfort. “Okay, okay, fine, just don’t get any food on me.”

“Babe, I hate to break it to you but if you want to stay clean you’re gonna have to help him.”

The baby looked up at her with big eyes and something ever so slightly tugged on Jane’s heartstrings. “Fine.”

Nymphia watched with a warmth in her chest as Jane fed him.

“See, you are good with kids,” Nymphia said softly once he’d eaten and was resting against Jane’s chest, eyelids growing heavy.

A gentle smile on her face, Jane shrugged. “Maybe he’s not so bad. He is kind of cute,” she said, looking down at him and cooing, “is someone getting sleepy?”

He yawned in response, tucking himself under Jane’s chin before falling asleep. Nymphia switched off the tv and turned her attention toward her girlfriend. “Do you think you’ll ever want kids of your own?”

Feeling a bit taken aback by the question, Jane shrugged again. She never thought much about the possibility. When she first came out, her mother had told her how disappointed she was that Jane would never have any children and until Nymphia, Jane never saw herself settling down enough to think about that anyhow.

“I don’t know,” Jane admitted, lacing her fingers with Nymphia’s, “I used to say never but I also said I’d never fall in love with anyone either, so you never know. What about you?”

“I don’t know either but I don’t think I’d want to have kids with anyone but you.”!

#the gals r babysitting <3 #planymphia office au #prompt request

[multifics99]

Choreographing Romance

Hoshi One Shot

Summary: after Hybe decided your girl group needs a new concept you’re having a hard time changing your image. Could Hoshi just be the dance coach you need?

Warnings: sensual undertones, use of the word sexy.

wc: 1.9k

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You did the steps again and again and again and they just weren’t clicking. You huffed in frustration as you furiously drank your water. How after two weeks was this choreo not making sense for you. Everyone else in your group had it down pat at this point but you had to stay late just to keep practicing.

You were a newer girl group under HYBE you’d only debuted two years ago. So far the group had only done cute concepts, and you in fact were the designated cute member. Even though you were one of the oldest members it didnt bother you, you’d been called cute your whole life and you just owned it. But now the company wanted to see something different since the group was beginning to mature. They asked your team to put together a Girl Crush concept.

You weren’t particularly nervous about the group’s shift into maturity, it was probably overdue honestly. All of you were in your 20’s now, and your members were relieved to finally show the fans your sexy side. Your issue was that you didn’t know how to find yours. Your choreographer spent hours yelling at you for dancing like a robot and that he’d never been so let down by you before. You didn’t cry though, you stopped crying when you were a trainee. In this line of work nothing could be taken personally.

So here you were, in the practice room after midnight. You hit the play button on your phone again and let the song blare through the speakers. Again, again, again. You tried to listen to the choreographer’s advice and “learn what makes you feel hot” and to channel that, but you had no idea what that could be for you. If you were being honest you never felt like that, you always just embraced your baby face. Even now as an adult people mistake you for a high schooler. You lied on the floor and groaned, you were ready to just be flamed by your members, your staff and the fans for how horrible your performance was gonna be this comeback.

“Uhhhmm hello?” You looked up to see Hoshi enter the room.

“Shit” you silently cursed to yourself as you pulled yourself up off the floor. You looked at the time, 1am. “Sorry” Hoshi said “I just booked the room for tonight.”

“No you’re fine, I wasn’t keeping track of the time.” You said as you started to collect your things in your duffel bag.

“What’s got you down.” He asked as he put his own things down.

“It’s nothing I’m just having some trouble with new choreo.”

Hoshi looked genuinely surprised “really?” He said “you’re a great dancer.”

You felt your ears get hot, nobody knew it but Hoshi had been your work crush for a while. He had been ever since he helped choreograph your debut song. “Yeah” you continued “it’s just we’re trying something different and it’s just harder for me than I thought it would be.”

“Could I see it? I might be able to help.”

You laughed “yeah sure but not even the choreographer can help me.”

Hoshi smiled “well they aren’t me.”

You took a deep breath as you played your music again and started from the top. You cringed at yourself as you tried to do the sexy moves in front of him. It was already embarrassing to do in front of everyone else, your crush was so much worse though.

Once you were done you took out your phone to show him a video of the choreographer doing the dance. “This is how it’s supposed to look” you said. He nodded “I mean you have the moves down but you’re just not feeling them.”

“Yeah that’s my problem, I don’t really know how to channel that uhm…energy.”

He thought for a moment “okay uhmm well how do you normally dance at the club?”

“I don’t really go often and when I do I just jump.”

Hoshi giggled “you’re an idol known for your dancing and you just bop around at the club?”

You looked down at your feet, this couldn’t get more embarrassing.

“Oh no I don’t mean it like that, I’m just shocked that you aren’t feeling yourself in this concept.”

“I feel like you’re the only one that feels that way.”

“I mean you’re hot.” He said matter of factly.

You felt your whole body freeze, no one ever calls you that, and suddenly your crush and the hottest idol you know is saying it to you. “I…uhm…thanks.” You weren’t sure what else to say. “I’ll just leave you to it” you said as you picked up your bag.”

“Wait” he said after you “I wanna help.”

You shook your head “I’m not sure, I mean I’m just almost ready to have a bad comeback.”

He took your bag from you and put it back on the floor “absolute nonsense, I was there for you from the beginning I’m not gonna stop now.” You gave him a small smile. He was always so sweet, it was no wonder everyone loved him.

“Alright so really think, when was there a time where you felt really cool and hot, and don’t tell me it’s never happened.” He said. You thought really hard and then it hit you. “Oh actually a few weeks ago I was shopping and I tried on this one dress for fun and I felt…yknow.” You looked down again, why was it so hard for you to just say it.

“Come on y/n don’t be shy, you can’t be if you want to get this dance right.”

You exhaled “I felt sexy.” You mumbled. “Perfect!” Hoshi exclaimed “keep that thought in your head and do the dance again.”

“I took a selfie, do you think if I looked at the picture it could help?” You asked. To your surprise his ears turned red “y-yeah that could probably help.”

You opened your camera roll and found it, you really did feel sexy in that dress even if it was just for fun. Hoshi shuffled closer to you “would it be okay if I saw.” You just silently nodded as you showed him your phone. You felt like this entire encounter with him was so awkward and he’d never talk to you again after tonight. He stared at the picture without saying anything

“I uhm I think it could help me.” You finally said after too long of a silence. Hoshi blinked a few times, as if he’d been asleep and he just woke up.

“Yeah absolutely, let’s see the dance again now!” He said his voice going higher than you’d ever heard before. You ignored it though, you wanted so badly to get this right so you wouldn’t be the laughing stock of your group for the next few months.

You played the song again for what felt like the millionth time tonight. As you danced you tried to shake off the awkwardness, you tried to forget about the cute image you’ve always had. You just thought about how you felt the day you tried on that dress. You looked at Hoshi from the corner of your eye to see if he noticed a difference. He was so quiet and still, he just watched you with a blank look on his face. He’d helped you with choreo before, but he never gave such a little reaction before.

Once you were finally done, and you were panting and covered in sweat from being so tired you looked at him. “Was that any better?” You asked. He nodded, the only thing that moved on his face were his eyes, they had something in them you hadn’t seen before.

“Could I just make a note?” He asked.

“Yeah sure I need all the help I could get.”

He walked close to you “the uhm chorus” he continued “that’s the point move right?”

You nodded.

“I think you just need more fluidity there, yknow pretend your body is made of water.”

You went to the chorus of the song and hit play, the move was a body roll, and he was right you were still a bit stiff. You did it a few more times.

“Would it be okay if I guided you?” He asked.

You could feel that blush creeping back on your cheeks “yeah that’s, that is absolutely fine.” You heard your voice crack, you hoped he couldn’t tell you were nervous. You’d known him for some time but you had never been so close to him until now. He snaked his hands around your waist “play it again” he said close to your ear. You felt goosebumps on your neck.

You played the chorus again, and he used his hands to guide your body in the right way. The move looked much more fluid with his help.

Once it was over you both just stood there staring at the mirror in front of you. His hands were still on your waist, and both of your faces were red.

You turned around to face him, still in his arms. He stared down at you and did something you would have never expected. He kissed you.

You had no idea how long the kiss lasted but you just leaned into it. It felt much more natural than you assumed. He guided you, it almost felt like a dance in itself. Once you finally pulled away from each other you both smiled.

“Sorry” he said “that’s not how I wanted to do that.”

“What?” You asked, had he wanted to kiss you before?

“I mean I like you y/n i probably have since I met you.”

You were perplexed, never did you think Hoshi would like you back.

“I-I like you too, admittedly even before we met.”

He laughed “I knew it, you were a fan so you just had to train at Hybe.”

“Well now you can say you’re my fan.”

He smiled at you again “you got me there, yknow you’re probably my bias.”

“Oh god please never say that again.”

You both laughed. Then his phone pinged. “Shit the guys are on their way.”

“Oh like all of them?”

He nodded “yeeaahhh I came here an hour early to play around with new choreo to teach them but….we know how that turned out.”

“It’s been an hour already?!” You checked your phone and sure enough it was 2am. “Shit I’ve got to get to sleep I have to be at a radio show like crazy early.

You started to rush out but then turned around before opening the door “are you busy this time tomorrow night?”

Hoshi shook his head “nope I’ve got a free night, why do you wanna kiss some more?” He jokingly winked at you. He was such a dork which was also why you liked him. “If you come to my dorm I can cook you a fabulous meal of instant ramen and we can watch some high class entertainment such as anime off a pirated site.”

“Sounds like a date.” You gave each other a smile again before you headed out of the practice room. You were happy you left when you did because you passed by a few members of Seventeen on your way out of the building. You know Hoshi would never hear the end of it if they walked in and you were still in the room.

As you laid in your bed for the night you got a text, you opened it to see it was from him.

maybe you could show me that dance again tomorrow night ;)

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#kpop #kpop fic #fic writer #svt fic #hoshi fic #hoshi #hoshi svt #hoshi seventeen #kwon soonyoung #soonyoung x reader #svt soonyoung #seventeen soonyoung #svt x reader #svt x y/n #seventeen x reader #seventeen x y/n #y/n #hoshi x reader #hoshi x y/n

[megatraven]

it's been so long since i rewatched the Unsaid Emily episode of JATP but holy, shit does it still hit so fucking hard

when luke's hiding in the bushes outside of his parents' house because he misses them- misses his mother- and regrets the way he ran off, but was too proud to apologize. and maybe too full of guilt and regret to come back before he did what he set out to do.

but he missed her and she missed him and he wrote an entire song about it and his band sang it together and im just 😭😭😭😭

maybe after his band played at the orpheum he would have gone back. maybe he could have gone back and said "look! i did it! im sorry for leaving but i did it! can i come home now?"

maybe that would have been enough to start mending the gap

maybe they would have had a chance to play more than one song, and maybe the second would have been Unsaid Emily, and maybe she would have known. maybe she would have been standing by the door waiting for him to come back.

but he dies, and the song is lost for twenty years, and his mother never knew that he was so sorry or that he even thought about her after running away, not until julie.

he gets the chance to finally say everything he always meant to say to her, he gets to see his mother read his old words and read the love in them.

im nearly sobbing from this scene again it's so fucking good. so powerful.

#meg speaks #i AM crying the song always makes me cry but it's SO SO SO GOOD #since it doesnt look like the show will ever get another season it will forever be in my headcanon that one day his parents happen to see #him perform with julie. they see their son again #and maybe the song they sing is written for them #julie could just Do that you know #she could make him and alex and reggie appear before luke's parents and he could see them again and they could see him and MAYBE #maybe he could touch them. hug them. maybe he'll learn to do it by then. #sometiems i wonder if his parents could actually hear him singing the song there in their living room #like how the band could be heard playing This Band Is Back by passersby even though they couldnt be seen #maybe his parents could hear him. maybe they thought ti was just all in their heads. maybe their memories of him feel sharper afterwards. #maybe his voice is as clear as it was the day he left home when it had been muddled over by time #julie and the phantoms #jatp #ok i need to stop of im gonna cry even more

[ywpd-translations]

Ride 690: The walk home from the graduation ceremony

Pag 1

2: That day

3: While outside it was getting completely dark, for the first time in a while the three of us went home

4: while being sent off by everyone

Pag 2

1: Koga-saaaaaan

Ooon

Oi, Sadatoki, weren't you crying super hard last year too?

Are you cryin' too much, too, Hotshot?

Teshima-san, thank you so much!!

Graduation ceremony day

Are you for real!? Starting from tomorrow, Aoyagi-san really isn't coming here anymore!?

2: He'll come, right? He's just pretending it's the last time

…. no.....

He's not.... coming, Issa

Hahaha, I think!! They are, Danchiku!! Haha

… Alright....

3: Huh!?

4: What, Danchiku, for some reason I'm suddenly crying so much!? Why!?

Calm down, Issa, now that's just how you....

Kaburagi-kun...!!

Why, I'm just looking at Aoyagi-san's back gettign smaller!? It's just the same thing as always!?

Issa.... those are your feelings

Pag 3

4: The last walk home from high school

Pag 4

1: I looked back and thought about that

Pag 5

1: …. what is it, Junta

2: …. Teshima

3: …. no

4: I don't know, I wonder

5: You know, so many things happened

And I thought they might not realize right away

Pag 6

1: But they were crying

2: At the end.... Kaburagi

3: …. yeah

You saw?

Yeah

5: I was about to cry too

8: He was so stupid and reckless, it was troublesome

Haha, you took care of him well

You got attached to him!

Pag 7

1: Lately he looked forward so much to practicing with you!

2: Let's go riding, Aoyagi-san!!

Oi, this is a library room

Let's practice, practice!! That's alright, right? You can study later!!

Don't be so loud

And no, I have exams

3: Let's take exams next year!!

…. oi

Come on!! Come on!!

4: If possible, I wanted him to look forward to it before the Inter High!!

5: Right

Yeah

Pag 8

1: And what about you, Junta...?

Huh? Ah, for me? A kouhai who was almost crying?

2: Crying, huh.....ah, uhm.... parting from them felt lonely, but

I felt more like I was finally running, after being pulled

Someone special....

3: The first years , you know.... they have Onoda as a climber, and Naruko as a sprinter

No one relied on me

Just one person... who would say they admire Teshima-san's running!! I would have like that....

5: Everyone admires you

But they didn't tell you

Huh!?

6: Are you serious, someone said that!?

They didn't say it

Huuuh!? They didn't!? Then how do you know...

Because I felt it

That's too ambiguous

This is the last time the three of us will go home like this

Pag 9

2: …. Koga!

3: Junta, Aoyagi....

4: Going back home only the three of us like this - it's probably since first year that we didn't do it

Yeah, that's true....

It was the three of us when Junta made that sparkling water from the vending machine downhill explode

Wha- don't bring up these boring things.....

6: That day your uniform got all sticky...

Not mine

Mine neither

Uwa, you're so bad!!

7: …. uhm

Back then, I

Every day

Pag 10

1: I thought that I wasnìt good, that I wasn't good

4: I struggled, I insisted, I worked hard, but it still didn't do me any good

5: Back then, Kinjou-san and the other second years were getting stronger every day

And I could do nothing but confirm that distance

6: And you, in the same grade as me, were a first year joining the Inter High

Pag 11

3: Back then, when I looked up, even the ceiling felt far away

I was so far from being active in races, and I thought so many times that it was impossible for me to run in the Inter High

5: And now, I was made captain, and we got two championships in a row at the Inter High

6: Ah, that's a miracle

I can't even believe it myself

Pag 12

1: I think I'm really glad I didn't quit racing

2: I'm quitting road racing once I enter high school

Maybe I can even get a part-time job and chase after girls

3: I'm glad I kept racing

Pag 13

1: Here, this is the vending machine of Junta's incident with the drink

Waaa, what, and here I thought I would make you forget about it with a nice talk!!

I wouldn't lt you

2: Might as well!!

4: Oi, Koga, wait

Aoyagi!!

5: Here, open it!!

On your own!!

Are you kidding me.... his eyes are lighting up

6: Don't walk away!!

7: Dammit, alright, I get it

Alright, let's go again!!

8:  Our graduation's....

Pag 14

1: Champagne fight!!

Pag 16

3: Actually, back then, your bike, Aoyagi..

Yeah?

It was a good chain oil

Yeah...!!

4: I had no talent

I tried to quit biking many times

7: I was just so unhappy with wanting to be admired and noticed

Pag 17

2: But, the steps I didn't take while looking at the ceiling

3: Working hard with Aoyagi, and seeing them one by one before my eyes

Before I knew it, I was moving forward

5: It's been two years

Back then they were first years, when we lost the battle against them during training camp

6: Secretly, I really felt like “I'm getting closer to the Inter High”

8: When we were third years, Koga...

I thought I couldn't go to the Inter High unless I surpassed you

9: And I could pass you... I thought I would surpass you

Pag 18

2: I thought that

The conclusion of an overwhelming path isn't one victory of defeat

I did my best, and it's over, and I didn't realize until I looked back

It's been three years I really felt

3: Well.... this graduation might still be on the way

See ya

Pag 19

1: Thank you, Sohoku...!!

3: The next time I'll climb this slope I'm not gonna wear a uniform

5: What time is the bus, Junta?

Uhmm, 19:15, I think – ah, dammit, we have to hurry, let's run

We shouldn't have brought our bikes back home

Koga, what time is it?

You still have time!!

6: I'll go with you!!

Alright!

Pag 20

1: April

2: Cherry blossoms are dancing, and the seasons reach spring for the third time

I'm nervous...

Let's take a picture

I'm all stiff...

I wonder if there'll be scary senpai...

New first years enter Sohoku, too

#yowamushi pedal #yowamushi pedal spoilers #yowapeda #yowapeda manga #yowamushi pedal manga #yowamushi pedal translations #ride 690 #watanabe really out there trying his best to make me cry okay....... OKAY #no okay first thing i have to say is that the art in this chapter????? is??? amazing???? #wanatabe wanting to show us how beautiful Junta is before having to say goodbye to him ;A; #i have so much to say about this chapter and these boys and this team.... my tag will be cut off midway again like last chap #but.... I LOVE THEM SO MUCH AND I MISS THEM ALREADY SO MUCH #BUT im so happy watanabe gave us one last chapter all about them I LOVED IT SO MUCH EVEN THO IM IN TEARS #junta is the best boy ever and i love him so so much ;A; #also also :((( kabuuuuuuu ;A; please i cant with that boy i was laughing through the tears ;A; #and aoyagi was about to cry too ;A;A;A;A;A;A; WELL IM CRYING TOO THANK YOU #okay okay i need to stop or i wont ever shut up about this #bc i have SO SO MUCH TO SAY #but im just gonna put all my feels into writing fanfics alright #(btw the last sentence about the graduation still being on the way....... no idea what that means im sorry LMAO)

[lucyvaleheart]

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#heyyyyyyy it's ya girl lucy back again with another vent poooooost #filling out some tags here so it shows up as a see more button #one more ought to do it. gonna be kinda heavy this time don't keep reading if you ain't got the spoons #anyway. man. I'm an emotional wreck #like. fuck. I keep crying so much if anyone is even a little nice to me #hundred reasons why it might be the case #frankly though? I don't.... Care #I just know I hurt. #....i... I just know no matter how often people tell me they care it doesn't stick #I know I feel like a faker #I know I feel like I've tricked everyone into liking me #I know I can feel some of them regretting it #a growing part of me wants to throw myself off a cliff #the rest of me knows I'm.ttoo chicken to ever self harm or attempt to end things #so I'm just stuck here #wanting it all to stop #unable to make it do so #and I hope I'll feel better having said something even to nobody #who knows maybe I will #I dunno. #..........i just...... #....... I just feel like a liar #and that shakes me to my core #cuz I don't lie. I can't. I won't. And yet..... #........anyway I'm cutting it here cuz I'm so tired #if you managed to read this far. Um. I love you. #.....i don't blame anyone who ignored it either

[jemmo]

you’re telling me i don’t get to see his face every wednesday anymore????

and by he, i mean shin

#I’m gonna miss them so much #that was my fluffy emotional comfort show #and they were my fluffy emotional comfort gays #god the last ep was the best tho the absolute cutest ending I love them #they just make so much sense together #and it was so emotional fulfilling to see minato go after what he truly wants and let himself be happy #see him face the pain and get past it and accept himself #god they’re just the best #and I love crafty asuka and sakurako they’re the best besties ever #god they’re just the best comfort cast and shin was my boy I want my confident gay back already #he belongs in a room with yok from not me and ayan from the eclipse they’d all get on so well #god I don’t wanna stop typing bc then it means the show really is over I’m gonna cry #i love you you stupid laundromat #minato shouji coin laundry

[splendidcyan]

With my final semester of college starting tomorrow I decided to clean out and organize and label my email, and umm maybe gathering all my job rejections into one folder was a bad idea?? Aha I've heard from people that it's good to collect them and be able to look back and see how you've improved, but as someone who still isn't in the industry I want to be in it kinda umm just made me so sad LMAO. Self flagellating on a Sunday I guess

#was gonna post this to my main but then decided since it's about art that it goes on the art blog #and like I KNOW why i havent ever gotten hired #my portfolio is all over the place and I havent had the focus to niche down #almost like ive been attending college the past several years #and even illustration college still means stopping the concept art to learn anatomy and compositional skills and simply mature as a human #and its probably not fair of me to compare myself to the art prodigies that i adore who got hired out of high school #but oh as im writing these tags ive started crying which luckily is good for your eyelashes #i realize this is unprofessional but hopefully nobody will be looking at tumblr to hire me #this post ISNT to be oh woe is me -- its to humanize the blog and show you im struggling the way probably most artists struggle #and hopefully to look back on someday and be like oh silly me #i'll get where i want to be eventually. it will be okay and i will be okay #but right now i am sad and also hungry so im gonna finish crying and then go make some ramen with lots of yummy veggies #not art #aurora talks

[gatual]

last night i was thinking abt characters that love so so sO much that end up doing crazy shit bc of it my beloveds

#🍒 #makes me crazyinsane #i thought abt that moment when denji ws like if i ever die posses my body and live my dreams with it but then pochita was like no. ill give #u my heart and u will show me ur dreams STOPPPPPP😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 man stop😭😭😭😭😭 #or also homura dying and reversing time hundreds of times just to save madoka every single time.she was her purpose for everything she coul #could go through all that bc her love for her was so much😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭SOB why am i making myself suffer the worst is #idk if the worst but yk i feel like i truly understand this type of characters bc whem it comes to the people i love man oh mannmn #i would givey life kill die and everything else i feel like. sometimes love is so mcuh i feel like it doesnt fit in my chest so sjdbfnfkc #like when i think of my mom sometimes it makes me cry bc love is so much idk what to do w it so i cryehehdbfjfkdndn but that happens to #but in the way that some other times i also feel my chest full of love but i feel so alone and idk what to do with itANYWAY BYE #no way not bye yet something else that happens is that ive never felt ..loved like this🥲 okay now yes bye #NO WAIT JFNDBBJ SORRY anOther thing is think sometimes is that yk how we're all different..and express feelings in different ways and stuff #what if im not interpreting someones love the right way..like what if someone i love does love me back this way but their way of sharing #feelings and emotions is way different than mine (bc this is v possible too yk our experiences arent universal/) WHAT THEN. #im gonna hand this paper to everyone ik so they write w lot of detail the way they feel about me final bye. #wait lmao😭😭😭😭 this is so long i also feel that loving like this makes me a red flag LMAO bc by putting ppl i love over me and loving so #intensely many times i feel like what i do its not required and even though i deal w jealousy and negative feelings i always control them #and never act on them but so many things related to human relationships causing me anxiety and this and that make me feel that im the #red flag itshard to explain neway tru final total byE.

[gayvampyr]

i don’t know what else to say except that AI art is no longer simply a source of creativity or a wonder of human creation. it has become actively hostile and destructive toward the very thing it pretends to uplift and celebrate. it is void of any human element, any soul or ounce of emotion or self-expression. continuing to use AI art knowing that it comes from theft and robbing artists of their livelihood is disgusting. they need your support now more than ever. stop giving these thieves your money and admiration.

[Image descriptions courtesy of @cryptid-deity: a series of screenshots from Deb JJ Lee’s twitter, @ jdebbiel.

Image 1 is a tweet that reads, “this... this is fucking sad. I don’t know what to do.” Included with the tweet are two images; one is a screenshot from a private text message conversation, the other is a collage of AI generated art that was sent to Lee in the text conversation.

Image 2 is a screenshot of only the text conversation, which shows multiple messages that were sent to Lee. There is a collage of AI art, then a text message that reads, “Sorry to bother you. It looks like someone on an AI subreddit is making a custom model and it reminds me a lot of your work. He isn’t telling anyone where the images are being sourced from.” Following is another collage of AI art, followed by the message, “Here’s another one.” The last message is a link to the subreddit.

Image 3 is another tweet that reads, “Oh so it *was* me,” with the word ‘was’ between asterisks for emphasis. The tweet includes two screenshots from the subreddit.

Image 4 is one of the subreddit screenshots. It is a post that reads, “Dreambooth model release! Say hello to kurzgesagtish!” Under these lines is a Reddit message that reads, “Sorry, this post was deleted by the person who originally posted it.”

Image 5 is the other subreddit screenshot. This post reads, “Results I got with a custom dreambooth model.” This post has the same deletion message as the former.

Image 6 is another tweet by Lee, which reads, “For comparison, here’s my art vs artist. I’m gonna cry.” Included is a collage of 8 works by Lee, which frame a photo of them. They follow up this tweet with another tweet, which reads, “If I see anyone I know using AI Art, they are dead to me.” The tweet includes multiple comparisons between Lee’s original art and an AI generated art piece based on it, judging by the subjects, colors, and lines.

Images 7, 8, and 9 are the examples from Lee’s tweet.

end description.]

#tweets #ai art #10k #top posts #ai artists #20k #25k #30k #40k #50k

[venuslut]

FANTASIZING ABOUT a needy Choso Kamo ♡︎.

He can’t help it. Ever since you first introduced him to sex, he just can’t get enough. It’s not his fault that your cunt is so addicting, so much so that he’s often begging you to let him fuck you on his cock. It’s not his fault that you moan so beautifully that he can’t help but thrust into you harder so you’ll make more of those pretty sounds for him. It’s not his fault that you taste so good and he has to have you on his tongue, drinking your juices until you’re shaking and crying. He doesn’t mean to be so needy, but you bring out this side of him he can’t control.

How is he supposed to control himself when you walk around in those skimpy clothes, showing off your plump ass and perfect tits? It’s impossible. He’ll try to resist, have some self-control. But it isn’t long before he’s hugging you from behind, dotting wet kisses along your neck and pushing his hard-on into your ass. All while he’s begging you let him feel your wet cunt. And of course you’ll let him, how could you say no to your cute desperate boyfriend.

The minute you agree he has you laid out under him as he fucks his big cock into your tight cunt. Moaning and whimpering about how good it feels to be inside you again, his face red as he pushes every last inch of himself into you. He uses his weight to thrust into you, which only made your head go dizzy. He has you in a lazy mating press and your plush thighs slap against his hips every time he comes down, the sound of Choso’s deep thrusts is so musical, his tip abusing your womb to the point your eyes roll back. His mouth is so filthy too, and the worst part is, is that he doesn’t even realize it. “Fuck, baby... you’re sucking me in... your pussy’s so tight.” He groans into your ear, sucking onto your skin and leaving purple marks behind, intent on marking you as his. Although there was no point since you still had the hickeys from your last encounter, but it was never enough for Choso.

The poor curse is so in love with your body that he’ll go on for hours and hours just playing with your body. If it was up to him, you both would never leave the bed. Who needs to eat when he can just eat your cunt and you can suck his cock? Who needs to sleep when there’s a new position he wants to try? This man will not stop because that’s how addicted he is to your cunt. You curse the curse’s stamina and sometimes wish you had a normal boyfriend, but he usually fucks those thoughts right out of your head before you can try and act on them. “Choso… ngh!— h-hold on, my body…” you mumbled, unable to fully say your sentence. He hits a particularly sensitive spot and you let out a strangled cry, bucking your hips wildly to try and get that same pleasure again. Choso eyed your reaction, angling his hips to continue hitting that spot over and over again til you’re seeing stars and screaming out his name. You had no thoughts about shame, or how you should lower your voice, not when your handsome boy was fucking you within an inch of your life.

“Right there? ‘s that the spot, dove?” He pants, voice hoarse from his overwhelming desire for you. You’ve lost track of time, to obsessed with the way Choso has you creaming around his cock for the nth time. Everything was too much, but you loved it, in an addictive way. The overstimulation was addicting. His words were addicting. The sound of the bed hitting the wall was addicting. His cock was addicting. He was addicting. You always tease Choso about his neediness when in reality, you’re just as needy and obsessed as he is. You can tell Choso is close by the way his cock twitched inside you and how he speeds up his movements, rutting into you with wild abandon and chasing his orgasm.

You throw your head back into a pillow, your vision almost going black as you were consumed with ecstasy. The air was knocked out of your lungs with every snap of his hips, your senses filled with just the pressure of Choso. It felt like you were gonna throw up, but not in a bad way. “Baby… babybabybabybaby! A-ah! Mgn…” you cried out in pleasure, clawing at the sheets below you. Choso’s hands tightened around your hips, his careful grip growing into a bruising hold as he was solely focused on reaching his climax. “Hah— you feel sososososo good, dove. I love you, I love you so much,” he whimpered. It was right there, he could feel it, just a couple more thrusts and he’ll finally have his release. He wants to cum so bad, he needs to cum.

“Hey dove? C-can I fill your pretty pussy with my cum? Wanna cum inside you,” he begged, his voice broken as he pleads with you. “Please, my love… I want to stuff your pussy with my cum, wanna fill you up…” he continues, kissing your ankle and calf to convince you further. You didn’t need much convincing though, you were already to dumb and out-of-it to deny the poor curse. Frantically, you nodded your head, just wanting to feel his hot semen inside you. And you finally got your wish after a few more sloppy thrusts, before Choso goes still and empties his balls into your awaiting cavern. He lets out a guttural moan as ropes of cum spurt out. Slowly, he pulls out, his cock coated in a translucent white, his thighs and pelvis sticky from a mix of sweat and cum.

You both lay there in silence, the sounds of your labored breathing being the only noise echoing through the room. While coming down from your high, you remember that the reason you even got dressed today was because you had work. Annoyed, you lightly smack the upside of Choso’s head, complaining about how he made you late while you go to get out of bed and put your clothes back on. Choso rubs the area where you hit him as he watched you struggle to move and get out of bed, he looks at you like a kicked puppy and he knows he should be sorry for making you late but he can’t find it in him to feel guilty. Instead, Choso reaches out and wraps his arms around you, pulling you back further onto the bed and flushed against his sweaty chest. He buries his face in the crook of your neck and he lines soft kisses to your nape.

“I’m sorry, dove… Why don’t you call out and let me eat your pussy as an apology?”

#[𓆩⟡𓆪] xoxo love… #black y/n #black reader #poc!reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk x poc!reader #jjk x reader #jjk x y/n #jjk x you #jjk smut #choso kamo smut #choso kamo x reader #choso smut #choso kamo x you #choso x you #choso x y/n #jjk choso #jujutsu kaisen choso #choso kamo #choso x female reader #choso x reader #choso kamo x female reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x black reader smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #choso kamo x y/n #choso x chubby reader

[two-calicos-in-a-trenchcoat]

My gen 4 sim just aged up into a toddler and??????

Shes so fucking cute???????? I love her?????

#milestones make family game play so much more interesting #this is the most attached ive gotten to a sim #i can already tell im gonna fucking cry when she dies #infants and toddlers were so boring before how did i ever get through the toddler phase before #and i didnt have infants long before i got the growing together pack but i literally had to stop playing until i could get it #cuz they were so frustrating #there was nothing fun about them #i will admit that i cheat my sims needs a lot #but it makes the game more fun for me cuz i can focus on skill building and earning milestones #and its a game so fun is kinda important #my second gen sim just died so thats sad #itd been a while since id had a sim i was actively playing with die cuz my founder sim had so many kids and ashton was her youngest #so she died while ashton was still a teen #i did almost cry earlier cuz the grill caught fire and almost burned the whole house down cuz the fire department wouldnt show up #one of my cats was sitting on a counter just surrounded by fire and i was so scared she was gonna die #idk if sims 4 pets can die of anything other than old age but i wasnt really wanting to test it #i wanna build a new house for everly for when she moves out #cuz i like my current one but its a little big #its got like 7 bedrooms and i just dont need that now that im not trying to make my sim have as many kids as possible #its served its purpose #i might finish a house ive been working on for a couple years now that i keep tweaking #and use that one #its still a pretty big house but it has more than one level which splits it up a bit #also i havent play tested it at all #and the last time i tweaked it was several packs ago and now i have ALL the packs #and theres some furniture i would like to switch out with furniture from the highschool pack #cuz that pack came with some nice bedroom furniture #and the couches. i definitely wanna switch out the couches #and maybe totally redo a couple of the rooms with the color swatch generator cuz it gets me out of my comfort zone #and i definitely need that

[hobies-princealbert]

pornstar! hobie brown x pornstar! reader | (obviously nsfw)

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

☆ pornstar! hobie brown whose name you've heard floating around your feed since your first appearance. The one who you've been dying to get in touch with, but feared that your small following wouldn't interest him, like some of the others you've asked.

☆ pornstar! hobie brown, a veteran in the game, and by what you've heard is one of the best fucks some of the most seasoned creators have ever had.

☆ yeah, that same pornstar! hobie brown that just messaged you asking if you were down to collaborate with him one day.

☆ pornstar! hobie brown who had you screaming into your sheets and kicking your feet cause not only does he knows you exist, he wants to collab!

☆ pornstar! hobie brown who you immediately said yes to.

☆ pornstar! hobie brown and you then stayed up all night discussing the location, time, equipment, condoms, toys etc. you know the good stuff. he was surprisingly thorough, most people you've collaborate with just wanted to make sure you were clean and had a good camera.

☆ pornstar! hobie brown who when he showed up in the lobby of the hotel he booked, took your breath away. the man was ridiculously gorgeous. not to mention thay voice. god, fuck me sideways he's hot asf.

☆ pornstar! hobie brown took the initiative to started up some small talk as you made your way to the room. he could tell you were nervous, since you were much more talkative on the phone. and he could hear the excitement in your voice. but now you couldn't even look him in the eye. guess he's gonna have to do his best to ease your nerves.

☆ pornstar! hobie brown offered to do most of the heavy lifting like the setting up the cameras, lights, sanitizing the sheets, just whatever prep was needed. all he wanted from you was to get relaxed and ready.

☆ pornstar! hobie brown who started you off with a slow heated makeout session. he was a damn good kisser, and his lip piercing made the experience even better. he told you to guide his hands to wherever you wanted them. his hands were much bigger than yours, but still his palms were soft and warm to the touch.

☆ pornstar! hobie brown who's breath hitched once you directed one of his hands to cup your clothed cunt. you both stared at each other, both afraid to make any sudden moves.

☆ pornstar! hobie brown did his best to ensured you times that ""jus' say the word love, and all this stops. i won' be disappointed ok?" even though he said it with a half hearted tone, his gaze in his eyes was serious. the last thing he wanted was for you to force yourself.

☆ pornstar! hobie brown who was doing his best to ignore the mind numbing throb in his pants, as he waited on your response. you then moved his hand pass the waistband of your panties, so he could put his finger in between your folds. once he did, his eyes grew slightly wide. you were soaked.

☆ pornstar! hobie brown who you had to now ensure you were ready. "trust me I want this as much as you do, i promise i do". and with the simplest nod, he went to work.

☆ pornstar! hobie brown, that you found out was a real pussy drunk, had used his tongue to push pass your folds and was now tongue deep in your cunt. his hands pressed your hips further into his face anytime you even squirmed in the slightest. its not like you could help it. he sent the first few minutes searching your inner walls for the spot that made you cry out the loudest. and once he did it was hell to get him off it.

☆ the man, pornstar! hobie brown, was a messy ass eater. you could hear as he suckled hard on your clit. how whenever needed a break would just run his pressed tongue along your slit. and how he would groan whenever your walls tried to push out his tongue whenever you reached your peak.

☆ pornstar! hobie brown who reminded you to breathe as you struggled to ease in his length. he knew it would probably be a tight fit, that's why he made sure to coat your cunt with slick and spit before he tried. "don' worry jus' breathe love. shhh i know, but imma need you to relax for me. no it will fit, jus' stay with me now".

☆ pornstar! hobie brown who loved to give you face a light tap whenever your eyes would roll back or you mumbled to him when he asked you a question. he would most definitely grab your chin if he caught you staring at the camera instead of him. he knows it's for the optics, but hell he's the one fucking you dumb, so eyes on him. "don' focus on them. 'm right 'ere love. set thos' pretty eyes on me. trust me please baby. just you and me"

☆ pornstar! hobie brown that loves to run his fucking mouth. you almost told him to shut up, especially since he realized how your walls would pulse around him whenever he so much as let out a groan. what can he say, if he sees an opportunity to make you cum, he'll do whatever it takes.

☆ speaking of cum, pornstar! hobie brown who tell you to open your legs wider so the camera can get a good shot of the mess your cunt made of your inner thighs and his dick. "let 'em see baby, aw look at that. oh i kno' they gonna be so proud of you, but probably not as proud as me. good girl, lemme clean you off." yes he gave you a tongue bath.

☆ pornstar! hobie brown who just by fucking you to the edge in some random hotel room, helped you blow up practically overnight. don't be surprised if he hits you up for a part 2. (he would even if there was no camera)

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